I sometimes experience dreams in which I know that my thought-space has intersected someone else’s thought-space.
That happened last night. Some fucking biological scientist was explaining how, when we illuminate feet with ultra-violet light, “the glossy epithelial skin cells around the toe nails become visible.”
I know, right? I’d never use a sentence like that last one – I don’t even really know what it means.
Happy Mercury Retrograde, everyone: slap on my eighth House. I’ll probably be getting a few more dreams like that one over the next three weeks.